When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world,
and am free.
~Wendell Berry
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This is my brother-in-law's favorite poem...and does me a world of good to read it again this afternoon.
It send me to the Appalachian mountains of Hot Springs, NC where I rest by the ancient waters of the French Broad and inhale the mystic scent of woods and wilderness.
All is well-
Thanks for the post M.
Namaste
I rest by the ancient waters
of the French Broad -
by beautiful flowing streams
sharing my Appalachian home.
Near these waters I inhale
mystic scents of woods
and wilderness,
and am reminded ~
All is well.
***
Thank you my dear friend,
Namaste
~M
So what French broad are resting with, Isaiah? Remember, you're married!
:-)
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